A/N: This is really the second half of the previous chapter.

Vorik stared at B'Elanna. "My type? Trumari?" He paused. "You are aware of our surroundings?"

"Nice town, big house. What about it?"

Vorik gestured behind them. "My childhood home. She ambushed me here for maximum emotional effect. She failed of course."

"Of course." B'Elanna repeated. Was that sarcasm or sardonicism? He wasn't clear on the difference. "That is a bit stalkerish." B'Elanna conceded. "I don't really see a big problem though. I mean, you're the one who's been obsessively analyzing those stories and making theories about what the person who wrote them must be like, and the kind of life they've had. You shouldn't be surprised she's researched you."

Vorik sighed internally. If he was going to make his position on any kind of relationship with Trumari irrevocably clear in the negative, some self-disclosure would obviously be required.

He stood up. "Come with me." He instructed her.

B'Elanna looked up from the ground at him. "Excuse me? Who tells who what to do around here?" she said.

"Please." He amended.

"Better." B'Elanna stood and dusted herself off. She turned and looked down over the town and out to sea. "Nice view," she commented.

"It is aesthetically pleasing." He agreed.

"So, you want to show me something?"

He nodded. It wasn't far to the nearest holographic corpse. It was lying on the ground, crushed by a fallen statue of one of his ancestors. He crouched and turned its face so she could see.

"That's creepy, sure, but it's not that bad. Certainly not worse than those stories. It's just three dimensional. Remember, you're pretty good with a creepy story yourself."

Vorik looked at her. "You recall the 'creepy story' in question is likely about Trumari's ancestors."

"You really shouldn't hold that against her." B'Elanna chided him. "Besides, she didn't actually confirm that her name is derived from Lunik whatever, that that's her family.

"Lunikelek" Vorik corrected.

"Again, whatever."

"There is still the crux of the issue however." Vorik generously ignored B'Elanna's inattention to less relevant facts. She lacked a superior Vulcan memory, and had no reason to prioritize retention.

"What?"

"She said she was working from a live model for the expression."

B'Elanna pondered this a moment. "Not you, right? Your brother."

"Yes. Initially I had no reason to believe that she was in any way involved with what happened to him. Now I know that she was."

B'Elanna frowned. "What happened to him? What do you mean? All she said that she'd met him, that he was nicer than you."

"That is both absurd and disturbing. Taurik was taken prisoner by the Tal Shiar while on leave after a friend died. He was tortured for the post-construction engineering specifications of the Enterprise, some of which he designed himself. He was freed in a prisoner exchange approximately a year before Voyager was deployed."

B'Elanna appeared disturbed by the revelation. "Was he okay afterwards?"

"No." Vorik replied flatly. He was not about to get into the details of finally getting leave to visit his brother on the Enterprise, discovering he was unfit for duty, reporting him, enduring his brother's anger over his forced medical leave, and then getting his father's permission to have Taurik temporarily committed against his will. No, it was definitely unnecessary, and he doubted the sibling-less B'Elanna could understand or offer anything beyond empty, trite condolences.

B'Elanna cursed. "So, you're thinking, even though she could have met him somewhere else, this probably proves otherwise."

"Precisely."

B'Elanna appeared at a loss for words for a moment.

"I think I'll renew my membership in the hate Trumari club." As she said it, B'Elanna realized, that for a moment, she'd forgotten she was speaking to a facsimile, that quite possibly all of this was made up backstory for the hologram, possibly provided by Trumari herself. "Hatred is illogical." Holo-Vorik muttered.

B'Elanna scoffed at that. "What exactly have you been doing the last three years?"

"Avoidance of danger is not illogical," he argued.

"I'm pretty sure ticking off one of the most dangerous people on the ship is not danger avoidance." B'Elanna pointed out. "Especially given the odds that this is all some kind of sick game," she added, mostly to herself.

"Did she ask you to come to the holodeck at this time?" Holo-Vorik asked her, abruptly.

"Yes actually. Why?" Trumari programmed him to be aware he was on the holodeck? Something wasn't right.

"Then I concur. We have both been manipulated."

"For some kind of revenge?" Apparently Holo-Vorik was a bit paranoid.

"To humiliate me, in front of you." Holo-Vorik clarified.

B'Elanna snorted. "Well, that backfired on her." At least, if this had been the real Vorik, Trumari's supposed revenge plot had backfired. She really wouldn't have thought that badly of him for wanting to attack Trumari. The real thing was far too spineless.

Holo-Vorik nodded, looking unduly pleased with himself. "Our continued amicable interactions will no doubt disappoint her greatly." He said with satisfaction.

"You sure you want to keep poking the rabid targ?" B'Elanna asked.

"This has been a setback, but I am confident in my ability to 'stay a step ahead,' of Trumari."

"Don't be an idiot, Vorik. Do you really think you can out-think someone who's capable of pulling one over on Tuvok?"

Holo-Vorik looked taken aback for a moment. "I had not considered that."

"I would, if I were you."

Holo-Vorik nodded thoughtfully. "Computer, save a copy of the current program to my file." Wait…oh, I am an idiot. She began hurling mental invective at Trumari, who'd made as much a fool of her as she had Vorik. Not that Vorik knew it! She swore to herself that he never would, if she could help it.

The was the computer's characteristic tweedle-chirp, followed by "Unable to comply. The current program is locked to access by Ensign Trumari only."

Vorik muttered something B'Elanna was certain was the Vulcan equivalent of 'gosh darn it'. If she wasn't so mortified, she probably would have snickered.

"I'll see if I can recover the base composition files for you." She offered.

"Thank you." Vorik sighed. "Computer, end program."

The scenery around them disappeared, leaving her and Vorik standing in the empty holodeck. Yep, he was definitely still there. I am going to kill Trumari…. assuming Vorik doesn't get her first.

"May I return to Engineering tomorrow evening, for my normal shift?"

B'Elanna thought quickly. She would only be there for the first hour. She could probably avoid him. "Sure. See you then."

A/N: I may post an intermission chapter here, or in the Jolan'tru: A collection story, to show that things are more or less back to normal between the characters. I haven't decided yet whether it's needed, or where to put it. Other than that possible chapter, don't expect to hear from me with part three and the really good stuff until summer. I will still be writing and I might toss a few a chapters out in the Collection, but my focus will be on building up a buffer and getting homework done. I'm way behind on my classes and the threat of academic probation (bleh!) looms in my future. Sorry :(